Anna Evanston Whore ❤️❤️

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Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

Man charged with beating prostitute

When Tia Monroe moves to New York City, she plans to put herself on the culinary map in no time. But after a coveted internship goes up in smoke.

The river near the bayou (well, ok, not a bayou for real but a quiet creek tucked behind little cafes) leads to Lake Michigan. I love strollin’ there at dawn. The water is endless, shimmering with life’s mischief. I sometimes shout, "Moolaadé!" and feel like I’m part of something grand, or at least a cheeky movie scene.

Northwestern Men’s Basketball offseason post-mortem